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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
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.