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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Fear,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Scion,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.