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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
PIL,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.