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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Ten City,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.