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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.