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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.