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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
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.