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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
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The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.