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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.