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 China and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.