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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Television,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.