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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Television,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.