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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.