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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.