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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.