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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Smog,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
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.