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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Oblivians 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
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.