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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.