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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.