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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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.