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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.