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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DNA to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.