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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.