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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
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.