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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Q65,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.