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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.