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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Harmonia,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.