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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.