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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sound to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Nico,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
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.