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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.