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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.