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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.