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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.