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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.