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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
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.