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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.