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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bowie to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.