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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Rekid,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.