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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.