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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
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.