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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Quantec,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.