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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.