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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.