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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.