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 Peru and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.