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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.