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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
DNA,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.