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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.