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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Index,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
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.