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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
New Order,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.