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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.