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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.