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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Nico,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Erasure,
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.