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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.