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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
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.