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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
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.