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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.