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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.