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 Fiji 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
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.