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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.