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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.