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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.