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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.