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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
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.