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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.