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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Index,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.