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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.