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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Quantec,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.