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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.