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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.