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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Television,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.