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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Mars,
The Residents,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.