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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.