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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Scion,
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.