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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Names,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.