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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.