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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.