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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.