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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.