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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.