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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.