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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
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.