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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
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.