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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.