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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.