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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.