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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Mars,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
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.