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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
X-101,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.