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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.