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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.