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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.