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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Oblivians 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.