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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.