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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.