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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.