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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.