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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
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,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Pole,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.