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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.