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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.