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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Japan,
PIL,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.