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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.