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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.