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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.