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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.