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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.