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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
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.