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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.