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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.