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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.