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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.