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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Niagra,
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.