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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.