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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.