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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Nas,
Qualms,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
MC5,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.