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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.