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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s 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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
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.