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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.