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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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.