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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Gong,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.