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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Q65,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.