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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
The Names,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.