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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.