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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.