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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.