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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Gong,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.