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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Fear,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.