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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.