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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
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.