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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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.