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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Japan,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.