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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
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.