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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.