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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.