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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.