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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
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,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.