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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
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 Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.