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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Pylon,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
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.