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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Organ,
Nas,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.