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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.