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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.