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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.