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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.