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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
10cc,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
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.