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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.