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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.