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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.