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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
the Association,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.