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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.