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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 a harpsichord and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.