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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Technova,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.