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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
JFA,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.