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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.