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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
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.