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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Television,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.