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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
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.