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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.