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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
AZ,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.