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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.