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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.