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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.