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 Turkmenistan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Skriet,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.