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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.