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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.