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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.