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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Wire,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.