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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
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 Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.