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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
June Days,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.