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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.