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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.