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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.