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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.