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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Japan,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.