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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Martian,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.