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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.