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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
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.