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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.