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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.