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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
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.