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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
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.