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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
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.