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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.