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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Suicide,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.