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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.