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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.