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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.