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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.