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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
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.