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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.