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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
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.