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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.