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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.