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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.