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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.