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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.