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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.