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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Slave,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
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.