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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.