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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.