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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.