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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.