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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
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.