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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.