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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.