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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Model 500,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.