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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.