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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.