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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.