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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.