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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.