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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.