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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Can,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.