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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.