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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Nico,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.