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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.