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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Sound 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.