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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy 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 electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
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.