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 States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.