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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.