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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.