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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.