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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.