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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.