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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.