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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.