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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.