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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
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.