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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.