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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.