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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.