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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.