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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.