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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.