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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.