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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.