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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Wire,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
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.