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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
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.