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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.