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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.