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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
UT,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.