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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Monks,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
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.