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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.