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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.