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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.