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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.