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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.