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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.