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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
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.