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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Index,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.