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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.