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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.