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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.