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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Names,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.