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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.