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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.