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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.