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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
X-102,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
The Index,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
New Order,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.