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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.