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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.