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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lakeside 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
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.