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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Brick,
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.