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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.