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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.