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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.