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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
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.