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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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?
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
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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.