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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.