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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.