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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
ABC,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Ossler,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.