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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.