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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.