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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Magazine,
AZ,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.