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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.