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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
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.