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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Moebius,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.