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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Monks,
Jandek,
X-101,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.