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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.