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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.