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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.