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 Spain and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.