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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.