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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.