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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Smog,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.