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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.