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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.