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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.