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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.