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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.