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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.