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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.