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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.