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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
This Heat,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.