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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
EPMD,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.