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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
MDC,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
UT,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.