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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.