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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.