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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.