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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.