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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.