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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.