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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.