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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 a rhodes and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.