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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.