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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.