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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.