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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.