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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.