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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Section 25,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.