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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
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.