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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.