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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.