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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
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.