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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Scientists,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.