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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.