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 United States and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.