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 Germany 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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.