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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Television,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.