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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.