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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
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,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.