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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.