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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.