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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.