Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.