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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
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.