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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.