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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Mars,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.