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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.