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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.