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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.