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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.