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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Fear to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.