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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.