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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.