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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 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 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.