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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
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,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.