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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.