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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.