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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Scion,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.