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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.