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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.