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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Magma,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.