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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
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.