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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
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.