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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.