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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
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.