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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Television,
The Index,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
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.