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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Visage,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
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.