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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.