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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
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.