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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.