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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
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.