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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.