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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.