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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.