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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.