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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.