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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.