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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Can to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.