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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 AZ to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.