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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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.