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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
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.