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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.