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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.