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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.