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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.