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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
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.