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 Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.