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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.