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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
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.