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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.