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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Nico,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.