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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.