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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.