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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.