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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
The Index,
The Monks,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
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.