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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.