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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.