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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.