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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.