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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.