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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.