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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Brick,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.