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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Mars,
The Move,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.