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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Black Dice 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
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,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.