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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
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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.
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.