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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
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.