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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.