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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.