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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Wire to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
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,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.