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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.