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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.