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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.