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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
X-101,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Pagans,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.