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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.