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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.