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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
X-101,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.