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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.