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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Smog,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.