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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.