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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.