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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
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.