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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.