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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.