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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.