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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.