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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Oneida,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.