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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
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.