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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.