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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
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.