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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.