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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.