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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.