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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.