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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
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.