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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Swans,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.