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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.