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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.