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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
MDC,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.