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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.