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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.