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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.