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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.