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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Television,
The Standells,
JFA,
MC5,
Mars,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
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.