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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.