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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.