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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.