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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Fear,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.