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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.