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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.