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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.