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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.