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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.