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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.