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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.