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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.