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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
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.