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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Audionom,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
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.