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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.