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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
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.