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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Evens to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.