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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Brick,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
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.