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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.