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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
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.