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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
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.