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 Chad and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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?
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.