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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.