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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.