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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
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.