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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.