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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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?
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.