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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.