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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.