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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
The Move,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.