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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.