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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
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.