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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.