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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.