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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
The Names,
Niagra,
Wings,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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.