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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.