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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.