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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Can,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.