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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.