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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.