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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.