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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.