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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Scrapy 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.