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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.