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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.