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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
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.