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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
cv313,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.