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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
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.