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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Hoover,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.