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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
X-101,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Monks,
Technova,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.