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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.