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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
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.