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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.