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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.