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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.