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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.