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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.