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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.