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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.