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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.