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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.