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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.