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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Can,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.