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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 marimba and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.