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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
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.