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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
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.