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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.