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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.