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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.