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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.