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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.