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 Russia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.