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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.