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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.