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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
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.