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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.