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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.