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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.