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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
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,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.