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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.