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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.