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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Roxette,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.