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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.