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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.