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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.