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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.