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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
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.