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 Croatia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.