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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
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.