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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Nas,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Oneida,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.